Foucault Funk: The Michel Foucault Postmodern Blues
I can't find no foundations There aint no truth anymore I can't find no foundations There aint no truth anymore I'm caught in multiple perspectives I can't think straight anymore
Man will be erased Like a face drawn in sand Man will be erased Like a face drawn in sand Like a face drawn in sand At the edge of the sea
Do not ask me who I am Do not ask me to remain the same Do not ask me who I am Do not ask me to remain the same I am not the only one Who writes to have no face
Discourse is not life Its time is not your time Discourse is not life Its time is not your time In discourse you have no survival You only establish your death